Posts Tagged ‘#songwriter’

I hear the beat when nothing is around.
Can’t help but imitating life’s unusual sound.
I would gladly show anyone what I have found
The tempo changes come from underground.

It’s not a pattern if it doesn’t flow.
Soon watch your feet and hands begin moving from fast to slow.
No way to see it if you don’t already know
But stand still long enough you will feel it grow.

The first thing I learned was how to snap.
Didn’t take me long ‘til I had the knack.
Walkin down the street or wakin’ from a nap,
My life has always been a musical soundtrack.

From the solid ground comes a roar like thunder.
I can never wake from the spell I am under.
Once I can open my eyes they are full of wonder
Let’s escape this world that has been plundered.

From there everything comes into play.
Someone writes a musical out of the things you say.
I would like to think we could leave it for another day
But you and I know it will never go away.

The first thing I learned was how to snap.
Didn’t take me long ‘til I had the knack.
Walkin down the street or wakin’ from a nap,
My life has always been a really long soundtrack.

When we started there wasn’t much.
Hand-me-downs and used furniture were better than the nothing we had.
So many odds and ends and things we didn’t really need
But it was “Good Enough”.

Nothing went smooth, some pretty rough.
Cars breaking down on the way to work and no money to get it fixed.
Opportunities we missed cause I couldn’t afford enough gas.
But we did “Good Enough”.

Slowly we could save for simple stuff.
Little things here and there for a smile – something delicious or pretty.
The children got something even when there was nothing to give.
And we felt “Good Enough”.

The next decade wasn’t so tough.
Most things happened so fast even now I can’t remember it all.
Friends come and go while family is always too far away
I hope its “Good Enough”.

And in an instant it became insanely clear;
Our plans and efforts weren’t Good Enough.
At the time when the end of the road is near
It turns out nothing we did was “Good Enough”.

When we started there wasn’t much.
Hand-me-downs and used furniture were better than the nothing we had.
So many odds and ends and things we didn’t really need
But it was “Good Enough”.

And in an instant it became insanely clear;
Our plans and efforts weren’t Good Enough.
At the time when the end of the road is near
It turns out nothing we did was “Good Enough”.

Let me get this straight;
You worked all your life to be this?
So many opportunities to learn and grow
Yet here you remain, still.

Asking me to wait;
As if you found the life of bliss?
Doesn’t matter to me if I will ever know
You’re The Only One who will.

In a world full of half-truths and disrespect.
The Only One
Reality converted – digest and dissect.
The Only One

So much given yet;
You feel you should complain, complain?
Hard to remember lies so move on to the next
Double down, dumber, dumber.

In a world full of half-truths and disrespect.
The Only One
Reality perverted – digest and dissect.
The Only One

Unbelievably;
We land inside another chance?
But it looks so much like The Other Ones
You are a song with no beginning.
A chorus that never ends.

A song with no beginning.
A chorus that never ends. A chorus that never ends. A chorus that never ends. A chorus that never ends.

I mentioned before that one of the more painful things about getting old is inheriting stuff from your friends that are either no longer able to access older technology or loved ones that checked out of life before you do.

Recently, many wonderful musical things of no real value have found a home in my house. Some make noise, some record noise, some avoid noise, but all have been turned into music by friends of mine for decades. The memories and cave-man-level responses to sounds from the past hits me hard. You probably grew up hearing these sounds, but you might have been in the womb or soon after to this world when hearing them. These toys literally created most of the pop – rock and country music you grew up to. The list is too long for TV and commercial applications.

Anyway, unless you know what this stuff is (and things weren’t small in those days) and how to make it work it might as well be a pyramid that becomes nothing a storage problem. As usual, I digress.

Recently, I was given half a ton of old 45 rpm vinyl records.

But not the ones you buy at a store. To avoid another really interesting connected tangent, I will simply say that these came from a company where my wife worked. It was one company and then absorbed then another company and Clear Channel picked them up when their critical mass became too big to ignore. I apologize for the brevity, as most people won’t be interested, but they conducted surveys for radio stations across the US.

They condensed the song – ALL of the songs you would likely hear on commercial radio decades ago – to a 5 or 10 second “hook“. Whatever it was that identified the song to listeners was the hook. They conducted thousands of live – in – person paid surveys across the country to get listener’s opinions of the NEW artist or POTENTIAL new hit. These are not for sale and not available at the stores. My people know I can still use vinyl and other technologies but more importantly I can take care of them.

This brings me to another tangent I cannot avoid. So many of the treasures I have been given are no longer operable or salvageable. A little more thought in storage would have turned so many of these treasures into true gems. Rust, mold, misuse – no use, all take their toll. My stuff still works. From the time I was in high school forward. I bought good equipment and accessories and I took care of them because I knew I could not afford to replace them.

I finally get to the point to this post. I have hundreds of records. My wife worked for years watching literally thousands of bands and their best efforts to make it big. Yes, I heard many of those as well. Some were interesting, some were cool and most were painful. But the thing I am getting to after listening to each 45 record after the other is a simple but powerful message if you are trying to ‘get a deal’: Don’t spend all your energy creating the GREAT HOOK. I hear failure after failure after failure trying to be something you are not. Maybe you have to be cute or edgy to get noticed. Just make it your own edge.

ANY of these bands produced records and demo’s that are much better than my in-home singer/songwriter efforts. They have money and backers and investors looking for the next best thing. But the great hooks are organic and time-locked so you are chasing a dream. So much potential dedicated to making your band sound like someone or something else already out there. To fit the cookie-cutter rather than make the cookie shape. It could be said I make the cookie shape and I am not famous. Mine is not a formula for success.

There are famous artists in this small collection so many do succeed, though I see so many failures because they are trying to find the magic lamp. Stop looking for it and create one for yourself. If it was that easy I would not be sitting here, lol. In the future I will share some of these records. They are not for sale, but I am not sure that means they are not for share.

Here is a record by Gipsy Kings I thought was pretty cool.

I long to feel weight on my shoulders
To wake in another day.
Dark clouds would be a blessing
To breathe air we didn’t make.

Haunted by dreams within other dreams
Tell myself again I’m not alone.
Every move must be planned
So there’s a chance of going home.

I know things will be difficult.
We are guided by different moons now.
The days are so long under dark skies
We are guided by different moons now.

Hours apart have turned to weeks
Trying to remember your voice.
Thoughts can be felt in an instant
You will always be my choice.

I know things will be difficult.
We are guided by different moons now.
The days are so long under dark skies
We are guided by different moons now.

This truth we’ve all known since the day we opened our eyes.
Nothing lives longer than lies.
Buried in facts we are told only a fool ever tries.
Still waiting for the surprise.

Somehow we put a price on the amount of hate.
Packaging love in a crate.
Out of my hands, everything has been left to fate.
Medicine is out of date.

Nothing Lives Longer Than Lies
So be careful what you say.
Nothing Lives Longer Than Lies
When you look the other way.

Strength is too often something others shove down our throat.
Weakness displayed by each vote.
Tossed out in the middle of winter without a coat.
Who knows if we can float?

Nothing shouts confidence like a man waiting to fail.
Spending time chasing his tail.
Promising everything’s good cause the check’s in the mail.
Picks up the finishing nail.

Nothing Lives Longer Than Lies
So be careful what you say.
Nothing Lives Longer Than Lies
When you look the other way.

Doesn’t matter if you are a scholar or a monk,
Rule number one: don’t say it when you’re drunk.
It’s not like you are on a planet saving mission
This is not rocket science, its simple division.

What is running through your head right now
Might seem universally important somehow.
But if you open up with one more rant
Your life will become a little discordant.

You worked real hard and have it all figured out
Only to find that’s not what it was about.
Knowing the secret doesn’t make you a king
As soon as you speak you have lost everything.

My frame of mind should have left me behind.
You always know how I feel about you.
Caught in a tsunami with no higher ground
Can’t imagine my life without you
Around.

So many things turned and twisted the wrong way.
Meet me in the middle and I will hold you all the way.
Feelings are like dreams that either fade at first light
Or scream like the devil beyond the night.

My frame of mind should have left me behind.
You always know how I feel about you.
Caught in a tsunami with no higher ground
Can’t imagine my life without you
Around.

I found a drawer full of lost keys.
So many things worth locking away;
All forgotten.

Each one closely holding memories.
Some were tarnished and worn thin;
Some wrapped in cotton.

And if it is the right key
I will hear the greatest song.
And if it is the lost key
I will try to play along.

There were more than I could easily count.
And I knew some of them must be mine;
Saving things.

Connected to lock or door not found.
Left to remind me of other days;
The bell rings.

And if it sings in the right key
I will hear the greatest song.
And if it is the lost key
I will try to play along.

I hold some in my hand for hours.
Much more than time has drifted by;
Unrecovered.

I remember a field covered in flowers.
But I know I’ve never been there;
Undiscovered.

I am working on a musical arrangement for lyrics I posted recently. It is not much right now. I have a piano and bass track using my MIDI keyboard, along with my vocal track for the melody line.

Enemies In Your Head by MSK

Here is to a great new year for all of us.

You don’t have to have money.
You don’t have to have fun.
Don’t even have to apologize
To anyone.

It’s not like it was funny.
You just didn’t think to laugh.
Never got the punch line
‘Til you were broken in half.

Screaming for what you could have had.
Or crying for what you’ve lost?
Holding yourself responsible
Crushed by unbearable cost.

You want to yell “that’s a lie”,
When you realize all of its true.
Like you’re watching a documentary
Made specifically about you.

Saying it’s impossible
Won’t make it go away.
The enemies in your head
Weren’t born yesterday.

The enemies in your head
Weren’t defeated yesterday.
The battle goes on forever
Or so the minstrels say.
Knowing you could lose tomorrow
Or the morning soon after.
This evening could all your dreams
Become nightmares of laughter.

The enemies in your head
Weren’t defeated yesterday.
Each morning you rise again
Seeing no other way.